Equipment Printing School Mage
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"How ridiculous!" Lilinara's ears twitched. "Are you underestimating the Banrui family's financial resources? We don't need worldly rewards! You want to take the main brain away? Then, the reward must be determined by me.
She shouted, "You said Igilok stole your power, didn't you? Then, hand over the source of your power—the gem? The tome? I don't care what it is, hand it over."
"—What?!" Alestria screamed almost immediately, "You are nothing but bandits! We are just chasing an escaped prey, and you want me to reveal our most precious strength?! Impossible!"
Hearing this response, Lilinara actually relaxed. The moon elf's reaction made one thing clear. If this source of power couldn't be surrendered, then she wouldn't be so agitated.
——She really carried the source of power with her, and at this moment, she had the ability to hand it over, but she was absolutely reluctant.
Just a young girl.
Then, she only needed to press further. Lilinara's voice suddenly grew cold, tinged with raging rage and murderous intent. "Then, let me inform you—Miss, your fugitives have destroyed our family's most valuable assets and disrupted our battlefield. You deserve to bleed for this! Now, you and your friends have the opportunity to return to your homeland unscathed."
"And you must be prepared to pay a sufficient price for this best outcome!
"Death... or survival?!"
Elastrid's body trembled. She leaned down and touched the dragon's neck as if to comfort it. After hesitating for a long time, she gritted her teeth and said, "...Then we can give you a piece of extremely precious elemental amber. It is the source of our power to perform all kinds of miracles."
Every word of Elastrid was under the influence of the Realm of Honesty, and Lilinara did not doubt it, but said, "What is that?"
"A massive crystal of power, surging with elemental forces you've never seen or heard of." This choice was clearly a huge challenge for her, and Elastrid's teeth were practically grinding. "This is the most precious trump card we brought with us on this trip. Without it, we'll lose our safety. We must leave immediately."
Elastrid painstakingly laid the dimensional hole on the ground and carefully moved out a huge blue crystal ball that was half a person's height.
——At this time, Lilinara raised her head for the first time, and was immediately attracted by the magnificence of elemental amber.
It seems transparent, but if you look closely, you will find that there is a whole new world beneath the regular surface.
Streams, oceans, whirlpools.
Blizzards, glaciers, ice fields.
Although she only took a glance, Lilinara immediately came to the conclusion: this foreign moon elf was not lying, and this elemental amber indeed possessed astonishing power!
Even if it means exchanging it for the main brain, it is worth it!
Lilinara suppressed her inner ecstasy and said, "How do I use it?!"
"You still want our enchanting techniques?!" Alestria was almost laughing in anger. She held the amber tightly and refused to let go. Her face was even blocked by the amber. "Then, you don't even want the amber!"
Lilinara did not answer immediately, but communicated quickly with the high-level wizard using short messaging.
——The elves of this era are arrogant and look down on everything.
They were convinced of one thing: if non-elven races could use it as an energy source to unleash special powers, then they could too, and they could even catch up without much effort.
In other words, they can do anything, it just depends on whether they have the determination to do it.
In that case, those crude enchantments are irrelevant.
"Then one isn't enough." Finally, Lilinara issued an ultimatum, "You must provide an extra piece of amber as a control."
"...You are so greedy!" Elastrid's fair face flushed slightly. Finally, she gritted her teeth and jumped off Fenwë's broad back. She placed the elemental amber on the ground and then, furiously, took out a fist-sized piece of amber. "But... those people behind me are barely my own people. I demand that you let them go."
This crystal ball is almost colorless and transparent, with storms and thunder intertwined in it.
"You shouldn't be asking us this question," said the commander of Baenre. "We didn't come here to attack Etahir. It's because they were unskilled that we slaughtered them at will."
The Etahir people were rebuked, but they still maintained an unspeakable silence, standing in a row, motionless in the howling storm.
"You won't even think about understanding the power of amber!" Elastrid took a deep breath, no longer giving Lilinara any room for bargaining, and said directly, "Miss Fenwei, let's go!"
Then, she and the red dragon were suddenly teleported to a force field wall a few hundred meters away - there, the huge body of the main brain had been shrunk by magic, and then flattened by Emiya, and the tentacles were broken without mercy - the remaining part could barely be sent into the dimensional hole.
At this moment, the preparations of Etahir and his people were finally completed.
The two high-level wizards who were tightly surrounded by the Etahir people completed the spell. They both stretched out their staffs forward, and a dark light bloomed between the staffs.
Almost instantly, the magic net began to roar.
The space within a radius of hundreds of kilometers and up to hundreds of meters high was completely locked, as if the entire world was poured into transparent resin.
The remaining high mages of House Baenre sounded the warning almost immediately, but it was too late.
The bodies of the last high mages of the Etashir family vanished into dust. As she finished casting the spell, accompanied by a deafening roar, the ground beneath her cracked open, creating a deafening abyss. A fiery fountain shot up into the sky, and black boiling oil and gas surged to the surface. The Etashir elves who had been guarding her had clearly already known their fate. Hand in hand, they calmly fell into the abyss together.
And this was just the most insignificant part of the impending storm. Similar cracks appeared across the entire land in an instant.
Under the feet of the Banrui family, an extremely violent earthquake caused the most elite warriors to stagger and fall to the ground.
The forest danced in a terrifying fashion: the roots of thousand-year-old trees broke through the ice, carrying burning asphalt high into the sky like the swaying noose of a gallows. The remaining icicles in the treetops vaporized into acid mist, and the remaining resin gave off a strange fragrance in the flames, then turned to a foul stench and transformed into a thick, noxious smoke.
Finally, the magma broke through the surface, and the scorching heat engulfed the entire earth with the wrath of Etahir. The blizzard that had lasted for more than ten minutes seemed to be frightened by this earth-shaking power and paused for a moment.
The poisonous gas in the earth poured into the clouds. After a while, countless thunders fell from the sky, and the oil and gas rising from under the earth were ignited almost at the same time.
Ice and fire gnawed at each other. The lingering chill of Fimbulwinter transformed into a pale mist, entwined with crimson plumes of smoke rising from the subterranean fire. Meltwater from the glaciers evaporated into acid clouds before even reaching the ground, then condensed into liquid emeralds in the thunderbolts that rained down upon the battlefield. A force field wall erected by a Baenre wizard barely held back the acid rain, but the ground suddenly cracked, swallowing it like the bloody maw of a great beast, then snapping shut, letting crimson blood flow from its corners.
The dark elves struggled to survive in the earthquakes, thunder, fire, and acid rain. After discovering that the space transfer was ineffective, they could only immediately begin to cast spells against the clock to ensure their breathing and safety.
——However, casting spells on the violently shaking ground is several times more difficult than casting spells on horseback, and only a very small number of dark elves are proficient in this.
If this continues, they will be completely wiped out.
Having suffered such heavy losses on the eve of the Crown War, they will miss the entire Crown War, while other families will occupy the land that originally belonged to Santa Osriel and Arivanda and soar to the top.
With one advance and one retreat, the Banrui family will be silent for more than ten generations!
After realizing this, Lilinara immediately made a judgment: heavy losses were inevitable. Therefore, they must bring back the key spoils to barely avoid such a heavy loss for the family.
The only thing to be thankful for is that the person closest to the two priceless elemental ambers at this moment is the high wizard who killed thousands of moon elves.
[Quick, leave us alone!] Lilinara shouted, [Just take those two elemental ambers and leave!]
【…Goodbye, Lilinara.】
High in the sky, Emilia and the others were also tortured by the sudden storm, but Fenwe transformed into a blue dragon and blocked the thunder in front of everyone.
Now, with the cover of smoke, they finally dared to observe the battlefield directly - although it was meaningless at this moment.
"Is this high magic?" Fenwë whispered. "Compared to this spell, the druid's storm of revenge is like a gentle spring breeze and drizzle."
"...Rage of Righteousness, that's the name of this advanced spell," Emiya replied. "Even among the countless high-level magics capable of destroying the heavens and the earth, this spell is considered taboo."
Among the higher magics, there are spells called forbidden spells. The only meaning of their existence and release is to turn the living into ashes and the earth into wasteland.
The winner of the four Crown Wars, the Wasan family, rulers of the Arivanda Empire, was considered a huge stain in the history of the elves because of their abuse of this spell to punish those who disobeyed. In the end, they were attacked by all other families in the fifth Crown War and fell apart.
But at this moment, the only purpose of the Etahir family using this spell is to die together with the dark elves.
The green fields of later generations were probably created because of this spell - the original land was poisoned, and even after ten thousand years, this land could only support sparse, knee-high shrubs, and it no longer had the prosperity of the past.
In a short period of time, there will be no grass growing here, and it will become a real wasteland.
Damn it. Emilia took a deep breath.
Even nuclear weapons would not have such a long-lasting effect on the earth.
"That's it. All traces of us left in the Crown War will be erased," Emilia said. "We should take Igilok to Joseph's Garden. Capturing the Wild Hunt's prey alive should be considered a decent greeting."
"..." Elastrid looked at the land that had turned into hell, her lips trembling. "...You are right, we should leave."
At this moment, Metatron's voice sounded quietly behind them: "You should know that you can't leave anything from the future in the present. The two elemental ambers are still in the hands of the Banrui family. You must find a way. If you don't have a way, I can help you, but the price is that you will be kicked back to the original point in time immediately."
However, to Metatron's surprise, although she tried her best to appear stiff and serious, the group of people in front of her always had a strange kind of...relaxation when facing her?
This wasn't the trust one would have with a high-ranking angel, but more like... a trust based on familiarity. They didn't even ask when she arrived.
Strange. Perhaps there will be communication in the future.
Metatron shook his head. "I'll give you five seconds. If you can't come up with a solution, I'll have to do it myself—it's my duty. Sorry."
"It won't take five seconds." Emilia lowered her eyes to look at the surging sea of smoke and snapped her fingers.
"......?" Metatron frowned.
Sig grinned and said, "I didn't carefully arrange such a play for Sister Elastrid just to get ripped off by the dark elves."
In an instant, the smoke and dust covering the battlefield for hundreds of miles suddenly solidified into a gray curtain. Two pieces of elemental amber, protected by the Dark Elf High Mage, simultaneously began to develop spiderweb-like cracks on their surfaces—they weren't shattering, but more like a dormant blizzard opening its millions of icy compound eyes.
Billions of ice crystal spears radiated from the center of the explosion, each prism reflecting the elf's stunned face. Air elementals, swirling a storm of absolute zero, condensed the still-spattering blood into ruby shotgun shells, ripped the raised battle banner into ice butterflies, and even froze the dancing sparks of the magic shield into eternal golden coral.
This is an elemental storm from before Toril was created.
A freezing cold, like absolute zero, erupted from the elemental amber, carried by the surging air element and sweeping across the land. In the blink of an eye, the taboos of high magic became supporting roles on this stage. The chill of Fimbulwinter seemed to be condensed in a few seconds and then completely released.
The ambitions of the Banrui family have been completely frozen at this moment.
If nothing unexpected happens, they will not rise again until ten thousand years from now in the Underdark.
Metatron was silent for a moment, tilted her head to consult her master for a few words, and was then harshly ridiculed.
She turned her head and replied with a dark face, "...You've passed. My Lord has said there's no life down there... Also, next time you see her, you'd better honestly hand over the non-dangerous version as a gift."
Amyia was silent for a moment, then said, "We are going to Joseph's Garden soon, maybe in a short time..."
"I know," Metatron said. "The tail feathers of the golden rooster Phayara are very sensitive magical materials, so I'm going with you this time. Of course, I'm just going to monitor."
Their group of figures disappeared.
The storm of righteous wrath has not yet subsided, and the surging earthquakes, thunder and lava will engulf the last traces left by Emiya and his party.
I have a fever unexpectedly, so I need to take a day off.
As the title says, I've been having fevers lately that come and go quickly... Although they're not serious, I still have a fever and a headache. I'm afraid I won't be able to update, so I'm sorry to take a day off.
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Twenty-Eight's Bet with Afanduo
When you are strong enough, even the barriers between the worlds can be broken with just one poke.
Behind him is a surging tide of elements.
And in front of me, a brand new world is literally rolling in.
The gravity in Joseph's Garden was abnormal and uneven.
Specifically, here, pieces of earth are falling from the sky like rivers at different angles - some fall on the crowns of giant trees, some fall on the branches, and some fall into the earth.
Yes, tree.
Even though Archdruid Fenwë had just escaped death, he couldn't help but stand on tiptoe, trying to follow the endless treetops, trying to see through its leaves and catch a glimpse of this world tree that was almost an entire independent plane. He muttered, "...That's it?"
Metatron, the Seraphim, replied seriously, "Some believe the real world is a giant wheel built from layers of worlds, because most of the spatial gates between worlds are stacked one on top of the other. However, the residents of Joseph's Garden believe that their world tree, Yggdrasil, is the true appearance of the world—its crown, branches, and roots are countless worlds.
"Whether this theory is accurate is unknown, but one thing is certain—the World Tree can indeed lead to many worlds, and Asgard, where the God King Odin resides, is at the very top of the tree. If we turn back now, part the branches of this ash tree, and follow this towering tree hundreds of kilometers tall, we will reach other worlds."
Having said that, Metatron ended the pleasantries and said with unusual calmness, "Let's stop chatting here."
She turned around lightly, her right hand lightly clenched.
In the boiling silver fire, the intact Confessor appeared in her hand, pointing diagonally towards the ground.
But this posture did not mean that she had no hostility - the tip of the sword was pointed directly at the vital point, which was aggressive but lacked room to exert force.
Like now, if Metatron wanted, the Confessor could chop off all their heads in just a moment.
"Do you know what you have done..." However, just as Metatron was about to ask for an explanation, he was frightened.
Emilia didn't take her threat seriously at all. She stared at her sword intently, and even leaned forward unnaturally, as if she was going to pounce on her at the next second.
Why would a mage be so obsessed with her sword?
Metatron laughed in anger, slapped Emilia back with the back of his sword without any hesitation, and shouted sternly: "Stand still!"
Then, she was disappointed to see that she had clearly used all her strength to intimidate them... but the attitude of the group of people in front of her was not to be said to be non-serious.
But it was always far from what she had imagined.
It's just like a child meeting his parents - there's still respect and fear, but the intensity of the emotions is significantly less than when facing death.
She pondered for a moment, her ears twitching slightly, and then her expression suddenly grew several times more serious. "—I once told you to be careful. But how long has it been since my Lord left? In just one day, you've acted so recklessly?
"We do allow you to take some liberties in your quest for spell materials—but who allowed you to get deeply involved in the Crown War?!"
Metatron held the sharp blade in his hand and slowly took off.
They had arrived at the gate of Joseph's Garden, but Metatron seemed to be planning to be their first obstacle.
Emiya hesitated for a moment and walked to the front of the team.
Metatron seemed oblivious and shouted, "The Crown War is a war between elves! Their hatred is their own business! Do you know how elves are? Do you know that the Baenre family is one of the most brilliant pearls of the Ilythre Kingdom, but because of you, it died at the beginning of the war?
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